Lesley and Denny do a threesome. - Sex Stories

Lesley and Denny do a threesome.

... feeling clever, “and I intend to finish!” I watch her as she looks at Dennis, who nods back to her, lifting his drink and leaning back into the chair, relaxing. His body language said “over to you!” I did not know what to do next. I knew I was ok with her breasts but I wanted to kiss her. As she faced her man, I pulled her back to me so that I could lift and feel both boobs. As she moved into me, my tool rubbed into her buttocks, or at least into the back of her thick velvet dress. I keep looking at Dennis, ready to stop at the first sign of distress or discomfort. I see nothing and continue to enjoy her beautiful breasts. I am no longer able to resist the need to kiss her. I start to kiss her neck and sigh lovingly as I breathe in the subtle scent she wears. She pushes her buttocks into my groin in response as I kiss her neck and the side of her face. Now, I lift the two globes as high as I can and let them slip through my hands until I feel the hard tips in my palm. The feeling sends a shiver through my body and I grip them firmly, crushing her flesh. I love this feeling as the hard tips push into my hands, defiantly, daring me to continue. I want to rip her clothes off and I would do if I did not still feel a little reserved. There is a tension between us, as if we all know what we want to happen but are still afraid to do something wrong. I feel this too, yet it gives a nice edge to my excitement. Instead of taking the lead, I say to Dennis, “I could use a hand here ...

... mate!” He gets up reluctantly. I want to get him involved but as he stands in front of us, without coming too close I change my mind. “Hold Lesley’s hands please,” I say, “I don’t want her to trip!” I grip her arms and move them so that I raise her hands in front of her man. As soon as Dennis holds them, I let go of her and step away. “I have to undo these mate!” I say to him “and I can’t see much!” In fact, I just wanted him to be involved and by holding her hands he could stop her from resisting me as I removed her heavy dress. The dress had two tiny buttons at the top, under the back of her neck, followed by many hook and eye clips. As I went down the dress, so it became loose and soon it fell forward, liberating her breasts properly. She stood silently as we gazed at her body, slowly becoming more open to our affectionate eyes. At the last hook, the dress fell from her hips but remained upright, simply supported by the rigid thickness of the cloth, forming a tent shape around her legs. I push it down, and without speaking, Lesley steps from the warm material. Now she stood with just an elegant pair of old fashioned Directorie knickers. Her legs had a pair of calf length stockings, which gripped her legs just under her knees. I’ve never seen a woman in such clothing, the panties show her large buttocks and thighs to perfection. As I kneel behind her, watching her step out of the dress, I feel the heat from her body. I feel so many impulses, which I curb in each case. Now I want ...